His Smile


He smiled at me

but not with his mouth, no, this man smiled with his eyes.

you see, this man was a stranger to me, never met him once before, yet somehow I knew him. Funny, but,

I think he knew me too. His eyes spoke to me with ancient colors. Quite like a miraculous symphony actually. But being the shy fool I am I looked away with the memory of my grandmother once telling me that the nurse pointed at me and said "that'n right ther is an old soul"


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